(Written at the age of 16): Is the imaginary story of a prisoner who is sentenced to death. His crime, whatever it may be, has taken him to plant hatred in other people's hearts and this is the true reason why he is sentenced to death. The song reflects upon hatred and how it leads us to wish evil to those who have caused us pain and suffering. In addition, the song invites us to embark on the difficult path of healing our darkest desires for vengeance.

I wrote this song thinking about the death penalty and as a way to reflect upon my disagreement with it. However, I offer no other alternatives to this practice in the song.

(Escrita a los 16 años): Es la historia imaginaria de un preso que es condenado a muerte. Su delito, cualquiera que éste sea, le ha llevado a sembrar odio en el corazón de muchas personas y esta es la verdadera razón por la cual se le condena. La canción reflexiona sobre el odio y cómo éste nos lleva a desear el mal a aquellos que nos han causado daño. Asimismo, la canción invita al difícil camino de sanar nuestros deseos más oscuros de venganza.

Este tema lo escribí pensando en la pena de muerte, buscando reflexionar sobre mi desacuerdo con ella. Sin embargo, no propongo en la canción alternativas a esta práctica.

As I left this world in the hands of hate
Walking down the path that led myself to death
I observed the cells, our own small hells
And I realized that we were not there
Because of the crimes we committed
But because of something else
We planted hatred in somebody's heart
And that was keeping us there

Every single day this is someone's fact
An encounter with death defined by moments in time
And as that moment approached I asked myself
Why? Oh, why I stole the most precious thing people have?
Indeed it was an error, but not an excuse
To gather in this place and time
And watch me how I die
To dress up in costumes of justice
Knowing they're murderers just like me

Chorus
Vive la vie! Cry in disillusion
Now that hatred infested their hearts
There's nothing we can do
To think that my life would end
And that even though
I begged mercy and I prayed (from behind: for night and day)
No one seemed to care (from behind: for night and day)
They could only see the mistakes I made
They could only feel the pain
That due to me they had to bear
And so that day I realized
The value of life
What it means to be alive (from behind: for night and day)
To caress the gentle flow of life all day
And tears expressed for the last time
Regret, incapability to keep on living
Life's the miracle that we were all granted
And I lost it that day because of this feeling called hate
This thing called hate

It's the blizzard of the human soul
A state where you are the only one that counts
And blinded by tumultuous thoughts of revenge
There seems to be no other option
Than getting even
To release the feelings of hate
It may sound perfectly logical
But it's not the way
To truly heal the pain inside
To outgrow our darkest shells
Instead one should catch hatred when it comes
To let go one must be awake